Remember that little drop off pass he did to Gylfi Sigurdsson vs Norwich. Either his first or one of his first games. Knew we had a true Spurs player from that moment.
Funny how these things effect you.
One of my son's very close friends took his own life about 6 weeks ago.
I found myself inadvertently crying here and there. In fact, I was trying to tell my Mom about it, but I couldn't get the words out. Also might have something to do with the fact that he looks just like my son. Both late teens.
Also, this situation is probably something we can personally relate to, as we have people we know, people we love die from something like this. Life is fragile in so many ways. My father died at 70. Something similar to this. But no one was there. He died alone. And yeah, I see stuff like this too, and can't help but cry.
I see pictures of my dad sometimes, and I cry. In fact, my wife framed one I found right before christmas. And her very wise father told her to give it to me before christmas. He knew. I looked at. Touched his smiling face. Shared it with my son... and then... BOOM... Waterworks aplenty!
Hug those you care for. Care for all those fighting the hard battle. Reach out to those in pain. Even if they are a stranger. It's amazing how much it helps people release their hurt, their confusion, their fear, their anguish. Just holding a hand.
That's it from me friends. Big love to you all. And once I'm ready to post again, I'll be back. In the meantime, I'll keeping a watchful eye. Bon chance, mom amis.